All Chapters of The Billionaire's Rebirth Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Adrian's aunt arrived on a Friday.I didn't know she was coming. He told me that morning, over coffee, in the same tone he used to discuss business meetings and security protocols."My aunt is flying in today. She wants to meet you."I set down my cup. "You have an aunt.""I have an aunt.""You never mentioned her.""We're not close. She lives in Portugal. She doesn't travel much. But she's coming for the wedding."I looked at him. He looked at me."When were you going to tell me?""Now."I didn't respond. I didn't know how.He reached for my hand. He took it. His fingers were warm. Steady."She's the only family I have left besides Thomas," he said. "I want you to meet her. I want her to meet you."I looked at him. He looked at me."Okay," I said.He nodded. He didn't smile. But something in his expression shifted. Something warm.---Her name was Beatriz.She arrived at the penthouse at four in the afternoon. She was smaller than I expected. Gray hair pulled back in a bun. Dark eyes

The wedding was set for the following Saturday.Beatriz had taken over the planning. Not because I asked her to. Because she wanted to. She'd found a small chapel on the outskirts of the city. She'd arranged the flowers. She'd chosen the menu. She'd done everything.I didn't mind. I didn't want a big wedding. I didn't want a performance. I just wanted Adrian. I just wanted the people I loved in one room. I just wanted to stand in front of him and promise him the rest of my life.That was all.---The days before the wedding passed slowly.I worked. I met with clients. I built the firm. Sarah Chen had joined as a partner. Marcus and Dana were handling three new cases. Leo was training a new investigator. The office was busy. The office was alive.Daniel was busy too. He'd started working with Felix. He was learning the systems. He was learning the protocols. He was learning everything. He'd found something he was good at. Something he wanted to do.Thomas had moved into a small apartme

Adrian took me to the coast.Not the same coast where my mother used to take me. A different one. Further south. Quieter. A small town that didn't appear on maps. A house that sat on a cliff overlooking the sea.He'd rented it for two weeks. He'd told no one where we were going. Not Felix. Not Sloane. Not even Daniel."It's just us," he said. "For two weeks. No work. No plans. No one."I didn't argue. I didn't need to.---The house was old.White walls. Red roof. A garden full of wildflowers. A terrace that faced the water. Inside, it was simple. A kitchen. A living room. One bedroom. A fireplace that we didn't need but lit anyway.The first morning, I woke up before him.I lay in bed for a long time. I didn't stare at the ceiling. I didn't count the cracks. I just lay there. The light came through the curtains. The sea crashed below. I listened to it.Then I got up.I walked to the terrace. I sat in a chair. I looked at the water. Blue. Endless. Calm. I watched the waves. I listened

Adrian asked me the question on a Wednesday.We were in the kitchen. He was making dinner. I was sitting at the island, watching him move. He was precise. Deliberate. The same way he did everything."What do you want in five years?" he asked.I looked at him. He didn't turn around."What do you mean?""I mean in five years. Ten years. Twenty. Where do you see yourself?"I considered the question. I'd never thought about it. Not really. I'd spent so long focused on the fight. On the target. On the endgame. I'd never thought about what came after."I don't know," I said.He turned. He looked at me."Then figure it out.""I'm trying."He set down the spoon. He walked to the island. He stood across from me."I'll tell you what I want," he said.I waited."I want to wake up every morning and see you. I want to eat dinner with you. I want to argue about nothing. I want to sit in silence. I want to build something with you. Something that isn't about revenge. Something that's just ours."I l

I went to the cemetery on a Monday.I didn't tell anyone. I didn't need to. I just got in the car and drove. The same route I'd taken a dozen times before. The same turns. The same streets. The same gate.The grass was wet. The sky was gray. The air was cold. I walked through the rows of headstones. The same rows. The same stones. The same silence.I stopped at my mother's grave. The headstone was clean. The flowers were fresh. Someone had been here recently. Someone had left white roses.I knelt in the grass. I touched the stone. Her name. Her dates. The words I'd chosen when I was seventeen.Beloved mother. Taken too soon.I stayed there for a long time. I didn't cry. I didn't speak. I just knelt in the grass and thought about her.She was going to expose Henry. She was going to win. And then she died.But I didn't die. I survived. I fought. I won.I stood. I brushed the grass off my knees. I looked at the stone one last time."I did it," I said. "I finished what you started."The w